Theresa Lewis

So… I finally got myself a credit card after forty-one years of not having a credit card. I have avoided credit cards after having been in trouble with them so many years ago. Since I am no longer able to run around the stores like I used to do, I needed to be able to shop on-line. Now, I can do just that. I have to say, I do like the convenience of having a credit card.

Slowly, over time, I have shed a huge amount of weight. I continued wearing my old clothes until I started getting comments about how silly I looked in my baggy clothes. I now have the means of getting a whole new wardrobe. Lucky me.

Once I was done with a new wardrobe, I decided to apply for a “FREE” sample of miracle face cream that was touted to be able to turn back the clock a few years. Oh boy, what woman wouldn’t want that? The product put out a video showing how easy the routine of application was.

I have to say, I was impressed when the “FREE” sample arrived two days later. It even came with a lighter cream for around the eyes. I didn’t know they were sending that cream too. The eye cream was also “FREE”. I washed my face and used a stringent like they said I should. The cream went on real slick even though I couldn’t read the instructions because the font was smaller than a fruit fly’s poop. I was glad I had paid attention to the video. Once the deed was done, I set out to do a few chores before going out to face the world. As I busied myself with my chores, I took a peek in the mirror from time to time. It looked like my skin was getting tighter. It even felt like it was getting tighter. Once my chores were done, I went outside to greet all whom I met.

At one point, I felt like something went into my right eye. I had to go inside and check it out. When I looked in the mirror, I almost screamed. It looked as though my skin around my eyes was peeling off. Actually, it was the eye cream that had dried to a thin crispy layer that just flaked off. I’m not sure that was supposed to happen. They never mentioned that in the video I had watched. I also noticed that I looked a bit ashen.

Later, I had an itch on my forehead so I scratched it lightly. To my shock and horror, I had a very thin layer of white latex-feeling stuff under my fingernails. What is this stuff that I had applied to my face? I decided then and there that this product was not for me.

Since I couldn’t read anything on the label because of the font size, I missed the part about if you don’t return the product within fourteen days, you would have to pay the

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full price for that “FREE” sample. It was a hundred and thirty-nine dollars and change.

Not only that, but they sent me another kit and charged me for that too, even though I never authorized them to send me any more. I called the company and they refused to take it back even though it wasn’t opened. I immediately cancelled my credit card so they couldn’t charge me for any more of that junk. Always read the fine print. I didn’t. It cost me two hundred and seventy-eight dollars for that over-site.

Actually, I’ve grown quite attached to my wrinkles. I’ve honestly earned each and every one of them. The world out there hasn’t scorned me yet because of my wrinkles,. My wrinkles, my grey hair, as well as all my scars, are all my badges for all life’s battles that I have won so far. I guess I’ll keep them and count my blessings.

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